Tuesday 17th May 2016

Dear Diary,

I am such a bad representation to my unborn child, I killed his father! I regret this so much and if social services find out they will take my baby away from me, my love, and my life! I hadn’t been taking my medication and my bipolar disease had come back. I stood helplessly with the lamb’s leg in my shaky hands. My eyes widened, I could not believe what I had done! Patrick plunged to the floor as patches of blood come out his head. My heart was drubbing as I quivered in seizure.

Threating thoughts exploded in my brain, I washed my hands, through the leaking cold water. I walked out the door for some fresh air, strolling on the pavement I told myself to act as natural as I could so nobody would catch me. Then I returned home, inserted the keys in the lock but struggled to twist it. A small single tear dropped down my cinnamon eyes.

My life was legitimately over. A flashback of the scene came to me, I wanted to commit suicide but my child life would be over. I am going to be such a bad mother. Should I tell the police or keep it quite?

To be continued...